Gray scrubbed his face, blinking rapidly against the sleepiness glued to his eyes.
He hadn’t slept a wink. Knowing Skylar was only a few doors down, sleeping in shorts and a tank, made him impossibly hard. He’d jacked off three times, completely emptying the hot water tank in the process.
Nothing had eased the pressure inside of him. His need for Skylar was only growing. Her reaction to his extensive library had been sweet. The other women—all two of them —who had seen the room before had laughed at him. Those evenings had not ended pleasantly.
Gray knew that he had to respect the words he’d said to Skylar. He would ignore his attraction and leave her be. His resolve had slipped a few times, he had to admit.
But she did something to him. She activated a side of himself he didn’t even k
